Daily routines

Last night my dreams were filled with images of Grenade. The only dream that I remember is one where I was in a small town in the California desert which was infested with rattle snakes and I couldn't find Grenade.

As I searched for him, I ran into Arnold Schwarzenneger who was campaigning and eating lunch at a little diner in town. I kept looking for Grenade and I saw lots of snakes that terrified me. Finally, I heard his unusual bark and then he came running toward me from underneath a small house that was built on stilts.

He greeted me with his little spin and barked for a biscuit. I scooped him up into my arms and joyfully walked away.

Upon waking from this crazy dream, I instantly knew that Grenade was gone and then I looked over at Finnegan who was sleeping so peacefully looking like a cherub with his
pouty little lips. For several minutes I watched him in order to burn his sleeping image into my mind hoping that he would never grow old.

It's impossible to stop the clock and live in one moment in time forever. Or to fly backwards around the earth to reverse time like Superman, but it sure would be nice if we could do it just once.

Living in the real world comforts me with it's routines. In the morning Finnegan is top priority to get to dressed and off to school. It's a bit chaotic at times, but it keeps me moving forward. When I return from his preschool there is just enough time to eat some breakfast, read the news, take a shower and head off to the studio.

Routines are good, without them I'd wander aimlessly about the house. A routine re-establishes normalcy during difficult times. I know that in the grand scheme of things, losing Grenade is not a huge loss to the world, but I still miss him.

I miss his laughing face greeting me at the door each day when I return from an outing and I miss him when I feed Spoon.

Fortunately, Finnegan squeals with joy when he sees me and that warms my heart and brings joy into my life.